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Owen… you know him, kid?" Wolverine asked, eyeing the figure in the center of the clearing.
"Yeah," Dante said quietly, stunned. "He's my friend. My best friend…"
His voice cracked slightly. "H–How did he end up like this?"
"We don't have time for this," Magik cut in, stepping forward, her eyes narrowing. "We can't let him escape."
"Wait, you can't just—"
Before Dante could finish, both Logan and Magik clutched their heads in pain. Their expressions twisted with agony and… fear.
"What the hell—?" Dante backed up a step.
He looked down at his left arm—it was glowing brighter than usual. His gaze flicked back to Owen.
Something was wrong. He could feel energy pouring out of the air, draining from around them—yet somehow, it was funneling into him instead of away. He didn't know why. All he knew was that it felt wrong.
Then it clicked.
Magik's warning echoed in his mind:
"The arm is protecting you from the demon's influence."
Shit. It's a mental attack. The arm was shielding him.
Before he could process anything else, another shockwave erupted from Owen. It tore across the ground like a wave of pressure, exploding the nearby trees into splinters.
Dante didn't hesitate. He grabbed Wolverine and Magik—both still frozen from the mental attack—and dashed them out of the way just in time. He rolled and set them down behind a fallen tree, then turned toward Owen, locking eyes with him.
"It doesn't matter what she said," Dante muttered under his breath. "I won't kill you."
He drew Ebony & Ivory, the steel glinting faintly in the swirling debris.
"But I'm sorry… I will hurt you."
He dashed forward and opened fire—enhanced bullets laced with energy bursting from his guns. Owen twisted effortlessly, dodging each shot with superhuman agility. But Dante didn't let up—he kept moving, closing the gap quickly.
As he neared striking range, he holstered the guns and reached over his shoulder.
Rebellion came free with a sharp ring.
With a burst of speed, Dante launched forward using Lancer Step—a fluid, explosive dash and thrust that blurred the air around him. The stab was faster than before, fueled by pure instinct.
Owen barely dodged in time. The speed caught him off guard.
Dante didn't stop. He swung the blade again. Owen blocked with his mutated, demonic leg, sparks flying from the impact. They clashed again and again—steel against monstrous muscle.
But it quickly became obvious: Owen's power had grown… but his skill hadn't.
Dante's technique, refined through weeks of training and real sword lessons, outclassed him. Owen had raw strength, but no form. His movements were wild, reactive. Sloppy.
Dante broke through his guard and raised Rebellion high—ready to bring it down across Owen's chest and end the fight.
But just as the blade came down—
CLANG!
A metallic object blocked the sword. Not a sword… a tail.
Dante's eyes widened as he jumped back.
"What the—?!" he grunted as he skidded across the dirt, boots carving into the ground. The tail had flung him back like a battering ram.
As he caught his balance, Owen stepped forward.
He raised both hands.
From one hand, blazing heat surged—red-hot energy crackling through the air.
From the other, ice-cold frost formed, vaporizing the moisture in the air.
Then he launched both elements at once—streams of fire and ice, mixing with another sudden shockwave that blew straight toward Dante.
Dante flipped over the ice, ducked the fire, and slid under the shockwave. His heart pounded. "What the hell is this power?! How does he have this many abilities?!"
He tried to analyze it—but found nothing on Owen himself. So he focused on his surroundings.
And that's when he noticed it.
A faint yellow hue—so light it was almost invisible—surrounded the battlefield in a wide dome.
A barrier?
No. Not just a barrier.
He remembered Magik's words:
"With his footsteps, the land shall be his."
A domain.
That was it. Owen was inside his own territory—and within it, his power was amplified and it gives him influence Over the environment.
"So this is your trick," Dante muttered.
He smirked, holstered Rebellion again, and drew Ebony & Ivory.
Owen fired more blasts. Dante dodged them all with sharp footwork, weaving in closer. Then, just feet away, he crouched and focused power into a single bullet. The barrels of both guns glowed blue.
He fired.
The moment the shot left the barrel, Owen's tail snapped into action. He summoned a wind-shielding wave, absorbing the impact—but the force still pushed him back, his hooved feet skidding across the ground.
Dante didn't waste a second.
He launched forward again with Lancer Step, Rebellion flashing into his hand mid-dash—but once again, the tail intercepted him, smacking him away with brutal strength.
Dante hit the ground, rolled, and caught himself, breathing heavily.
Owen smirked. So far, he had dodged or blocked everything.
But then he paused.
Because Dante was smiling.
That grin wasn't desperation.
It was confidence.
Owen's smirk dropped as he looked past him.
That's when he saw it.
Wolverine and Magik—they were outside the domain now. Far enough to recover.
Dante cracked his neck, blade resting against his shoulder.
"Your turn's over," he said.
Magik and Wolverine both shook their heads, groaning slightly as they came to. The mental pressure was gone, and they were fully aware of what just happened.
Still locked in combat, Dante called out without looking back. "That yellow hue—it's his domain! Don't enter it unless you can resist the mental attack!"
He shouted the warning as he kicked Owen square in the jaw, making the demonized teen stagger back with a snarl.
Magik didn't respond with words. She simply raised her hand and cast a quick enchantment, bolstering both her and Wolverine's mental resistance with a glow of shimmering magic. Immediately, she opened two portals—one for herself, and one for Logan.
The moment they stepped through, they emerged on either side of Owen, who was still fighting off Dante's last barrage.
Magik appeared on his left, sword glowing with arcane energy. Wolverine appeared on the right, claws out and ready to strike.
Without hesitation, both attacked at once.
Magik swung her greatsword, and Wolverine lunged forward with a powerful punch aimed for Owen's ribs.
But just before either could land the blow, the ground beneath Owen shot upward like a giant stone pillar, lifting him into the air. Their attacks smashed through the rock, sending chunks flying—but Owen had already backflipped off the top and landed several meters away.
"Damn it," Dante muttered, panting slightly. "He's getting stronger. He couldn't control earth before."
"Then we end this before he learns to control everything in his domain," Magik said firmly.
She opened three synchronized portals—one under each of them—and they all vanished.
Dante emerged high above Owen, sword already raised. He brought it down in a powerful overhead slash, but Owen dodged to the side just in time.
Another portal opened behind Owen, and Wolverine exploded out, slashing down his back.
"Graaagh!" Owen let out a distorted, animalistic howl. His tail whipped around instinctively, slamming into Wolverine's claws. Logan blocked it—but the force sent him skidding across the ground, boots carving deep trenches.
Magik emerged next.
She appeared just meters from Owen and extended her hand toward him. He saw it and began to move—but it was too late.
A massive horizontal wave of magic energy surged from her palm, too wide to dodge. It struck Owen with devastating force and launched him across the battlefield, tearing up dirt and rock as he flew.
He only stopped when he crashed through a boulder the size of a truck, shattering half of it with the impact.
The force was so great he bounced off the stone from sheer kinetic recoil.
But Dante was already moving.
He had started running the moment Magik fired the spell, and now he was close enough. Rebellion in hand, he activated Lancer Step, closing the distance in a flash.
This time, he didn't aim for Owen's chest.
He aimed for the tail.
His sword struck with perfect precision—impaling the demonic tail directly into the boulder behind it, pinning Owen in place.
Owen howled again, more animal than human.
Dante didn't give him a chance to recover.
With a snarl, he lunged forward and punched Owen into the boulder again with his left arm, then unleashed a burst of life flames directly into his chest—a focused Quick blast of burning blue energy that engulfed Owen in swirling fire.
The flames roared.
For one second.
Then—
BOOM.
A blinding yellow light exploded outward, washing over the entire area like a sunburst. Everyone shielded their eyes.
When it faded—
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Dante screamed—pure rage, pain, and grief pouring out of his throat. He lunged forward again—but this time, strong arms held him back.
"Kid! Stop!" Logan yelled, gripping Dante from behind.
Dante struggled, fists clenched, flames flickering wildly around his body. But after a moment, the fire dimmed. His breathing slowed.
He came back to himself.
"Hah… hah… I'm sorry," he muttered, chest rising and falling.
Logan released him. "It's alright, kid. You're back to normal."
Just then, a portal opened beside them and Magik stepped through.
"Well… he's not the only one," she said calmly.
Dante blinked and turned around, confused for a second.
Then he looked at the crater where Owen had landed.
His friend… was human again.
The demonic lower half was gone. His body was scorched, bruised, but whole.
And his eyes—his eyes were no longer glowing red.
They were just… Owen's eyes.
(wow this was the best fighting chapter that I ever wrote)
(also I'll tell you how his flames influence his anger The strength and amount of fire he uses influence how much anger, he will experience The amount of time he uses it Will influence the amount of time he will be angry)